You think ya got funk, well you aint got spunk punk
Just sit and listen to my shit hit the pan with a Kadunk!!
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You think ya got funk, well you aint got spunk punk
Just sit and listen to my shit hit the pan with a Kadunk!!
Vicious, dishin' out spits,strivin for perfection like cuban links
Who would think concealed truth would leave confessions like shrinks
cut cha throat, dopium implants rope flows that tie nooses around cha neck
thinking emcees don't got a ledge to hang from is the way they get hung/
Smokin weed like Cheech and Chong
i have no psychosis,but still you betta run fast/
unsettled dust, crush my slugs and blood's on the grass
trust me, it's as ugly as hannibal's mask
Like flammable gas, the contents of my rhymes are explosive
Handle it fast, or break it down and take it in smaller doses
break you down to chemicals with just a fant trace
you got erased just in case you had the dominant genes you getting cleansed like Mr. Clean
Or Listerine, when I spit 16, shit gets extreme, like Kiss the Ring
If you diss the king, I'll split ya spleen and won't miss a thing
battle niggas for their spirits blind fury things apex like real kings
Clutch my steel rings then I open my coat to reveal wings
Take flight like the Angel of Death, ready to kill things
splice nice fire flight you cannot fight the right without leaning to the left
undertones get blown like kid dynomite clones/
I spit two bricks of c4 from the vocal cords, 357 magnum, you wanna holla at the hollow points, I reversed the murder with redrum, ditty-dum ditty-dum ditty-ditty dum-dum
weak blast the ity bity gun drum gun metal the heat is what u run from
so i shine,. explode like minds pass the mouth when the gums numb
ho hum the slums run guns, run your gear, jewels, hat, money and Air Force Ones
Even with a crease in em', The world spins, constant sins
Begin,Where? Blurry map, yet we'll stop once we win